Hi y'all.
Sorry I didn't blog yesterday. I was up until 2 am on a flight. Anyway... Yesterday, we woke up really early (7:30) to go to the "hippie fest" (by the way, I am still in Rio at this point). It was like a fair that sold everything from purses made out of soda can to art made out of soda cans. We stayed there for about an hour, then want back to our apartment to get ready for our second game: Belgium vs Russia. The game was pretty boring, until Belgium scored in the 85th minute. After the game, we headed to our apartment to watch the highly anticipated USA vs Portugal game. My commentary on the game: USA played an outstanding game besides the absolutely stupid goal in the 5th minute, a nod giving up the tying goal in the final seconds. If they hadn't have scored, the USA would now be into the second round. Now all we have to do is tie, which seems pretty easy, except it is against Germany, one of the greatest teams around.
Anyway, as soon as the game ended, we rushed to the airport to catch our flight at 23:00 (or 11:00 pm for you Americans) that landed in Recife at 2 in the morning. We got to our apartment and fell asleep. Today was much more interesting. We were woken up by the Mizrahi's and their need to leave so we get there before the game starts. (5 hours before game started). We were going to see the Mexico vs Croatia game. It was important because the winner moves on, and the loser is eliminated. We left at noon for the shopping mall to get the Mizrahis ponchos because it was threatening to rain all day, but in the end we didn't have to use them (thank god). We got to the game an hour and a half before, like we always do, and sat down in our seats. We found ourselves in the middle of the crazies!!! The game was a lot of fun, and Mexico won which made the Mizrahis extremely ecstatic. The only down side was that I had a huge headache, and I wasn't in the greatest shape, but I made it back to the apartment and took a cold shower (funny story: we don't have warm water. In an apartment building. It's not even an option!) and now I feel much better. I am now lying in bed, blogging to you, my adoring fans, from half way across the world.
With Great Love,
Ben
What an exciting blog! Who knew your descriptive writing skills are so finely tuned. I'm sorry for your headache, perhaps a slurpee or two would have eliminated the agony. It continues to sound as if you are not sitting still very long but going and doing and doing and going. I hope you use enough deodorant being out in public so much. Continue to have fun and I look forward to more of your interesting blogs. Stay thirsty my friend!
ReplyDeleteSlurpee...yum.
DeleteIt's interesting that you should complain of having a headache. I recall that my second wife, on my mother's side, suffered extensively until I suggested that she take an enema. I'm not sure she appreciated the symbolism. Anyway, she swiftly applied a heavy cudgel to my head so that I could better empathize.
ReplyDeleteEnough with home remedies.
I have only touched on my vast knowledge of soccer. In addition to the well respected and extensively used tactic of flopping, I have noted the stance taken by defenders on a penalty kick. Two goofs stand there in front of a mean spirited kicker, each with a hand across their chest and the other grasping the "family jewels." It is a symbolic gesture that had its origins in the early days when kingdoms and territorial claims were decided by a single soccer game. During the well known 100 YEARS WAR OVER THE DAFFODILS prince Shorty Shmendrick put it all on the line when he challenged the formidable neighboring kingdom of Shmaltzburg to a winner take all soccer match. Shmendrick's minions fought valiantly for nine hours without a single goal being scored. The referee, Gertrude, had long since fallen asleep. Finally, Shmaltzburg's famous striker, Luke the Merciless, broke free and made for Shorty's undefended goal. With only the endearing Squiggles to stop him, it seemed certain that all was lost. Not so! Putting on a burst of speed the aforementioned endearing Squiggles overtook the lumbering Luke . . . The rest is history. More on this later.
With a certain amount of affection,
Your grandfather,
Luis al Amarelar da Cagada
a/k/a Morty
Fascinating. I'm still stuck on "second wife on my mother's side." Might explain a lot.
DeleteI love that your Bar Mitzvah trip with one of your best friends (other than your Dad) is turning out to be something incredibly special. That's the way it is supposed to be. This will be a year you will remember always!!!!! I don't know much about Recife. I assume the sports stadium is the central attraction....at least now. I've seen you all on the beach, so I know you are near the water. I looked up some points of interest and there is a synagogue there called Kahal Zur Israel Synagogue. But I'm sure your Mom, your "remote travel agent" has already listed all the places of interest along with all the restaurants. So glad you are loving the games. Your grandpa is watching as much soccer as he can.... He comes home early from work to watch. It's a mission he is on. I get bits of it here and there and of course on the news, so I am keeping up with it all. You would be proud of us. I'm heading off to LA tomorrow morning....I miss you and I send you great amounts of love, Grandma JOANIE
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